1. My beloved, on this high place,
I feel your phantom lift me.

2. So I close to all but what you love -
Your soul is my heart and my eyelids.

3. I came to love you in what you love
And add to your inspiration wellness.

4. So poetry never flowed from you, small,
Gathered in this spot,

5. I see it on the curve and the gulf
And in this running forest,

6. And in what feeds the roots of the creeping plants
And what the vine conceals for the lurker,

7. I see it in the farmers' hope
In the season of the field and the livestock,

8. And in the largeness of the date palm and lote tree
It yearns after the calm of the irrigator.

9. I came to love you in what you love
And bar my door to people.

10. So my world is nothing but the meaning of beauty -
I loved you in it, infatuated.

11. With your soul overwhelmed is my vigilance,
And my dreams are warmed by your magic.

12. And my dream of loving you does not end,
And does awareness ever end?

13. The sources of your inspiration are strung
On my heart - its visions and my eyelids.

14. So in every bend of the birds' flight a narrator,
And in every turn a storyteller.

15. From the ground I split lips of your poetry
Limpid as dew, pure.

16. I feel for it in my core a ferment
That wells on the heat of my veins.

17. And I hear a voice like a deep whisper,
So I listen that you may hear my depths.

18. And I see what eyes do not see,
So I fold it like awe in my essence.

19. My beloved, on this high place,
I bring my faith nearer to love.

20. If love departs the hearts of people,
Of no use are the remaining shards.